Poems of Today

Richard Wilbur (2009) Treetops are not so high Not I so low That I don't instinctively know How it would be to fly Through gaps that the...

Rita Dove I proved a theorem and the house expands: the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling, the ceiling floats away with a sigh. As...

Troy Jollimore (2009) 1. Where what I see comes to rest, at the edge of the lake, against what I think I see and, up on the bank, who I am ...

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools c...

E.B. White The spider, dropping down from twig, Unwinds a thread of her devising: A thin, premeditated rig To use in rising. And all the jou...

Stanley Kunitz It darted across the pond toward our sunset perch, weaving in, up, and around a spindle of air, this delicate engine fired by...

Lucille Clifton (b.1936) at last we killed the roaches. mama and me. she sprayed, i swept the ceiling and they fell dying onto our shoulders...